This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

Swish!

The earth lifted up like a wave, rolling and building a long staircase, reaching the ceiling of the extremely cold hell.

"Follow me!"

Lightning said something coldly, and rushed up the stairs first.

A few seconds later, he had reached the top of the stairs. Two large scissors flickered alternately, and a round hole was smoothly cut in the ceiling above his head, and bursts of hot air rushed towards his face.

That was the breath of the scorching hell on the fourth floor of Advance City.

"Quick! Continue to escape upwards!!"

Ivankov's nails on both hands turned into sharp needles at the same time. He gritted his teeth and pierced deeply into his waist.

In his eyes with purple eye shadows, streaks of blood immediately filled the air.

Excitement Hormones!

His voice suddenly became hoarse:

"Don't look back, run to the first floor of the sea!"

"If possible, release as many prisoners in the prison as possible! This is the only way to create enough chaos for us to have a chance of escaping."

A group of prisoners rushed up the stairs after hearing the words.

Seeing their figures disappear into the ice and snow, Ivankov let out a soft breath.

At this time, the sound of deep and powerful footsteps came from a distance behind him.

Ivankov was taken aback, with a bitter smile showing on the corner of his mouth.

Did you catch up so quickly?

He took a deep breath and turned around slowly.

In a field of snow,

A slender figure wrapped in black thunder came slowly.

The chilling black thunder is swaying, puffing, and splashing, presenting an ultimate visual impact in this snow-white world.

The figure lit a cigarette.

The scarlet light spots of cigarettes loomed in the snow all over the sky.

"So... Ivankov, do you think you can stop me?"

Ron raised his head, and the smoke from his mouth condensed into a hoarfrost banner in the air.

At this time, the world was silent, and Feixue was silent.

Ivankov looked at the rear admiral exuding a terrifying aura like Shura, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ron."

"You are the beacon of our revolutionary cause, showing us the way, and I don't want to be your enemy."

"But the straw hat kid Luffy is the leader's own blood, I can't just watch him die at your hands."

Ron quietly looked at Ivankov's big face full of determination and determination. After taking a deep breath, he held the cigarette butt in one hand and said slowly:

"Actually, I have always wanted to ask Drago a question. This may be a question that troubles countless of us."

"For him, is the revolutionary cause or his own blood important?"

Ivankov fell silent, and a second later, he suddenly smiled and said:

"Mr. Ron, please allow me to ask you a question."

Ron glanced at the stairs behind him and the hole in the ceiling, and said lightly:

"can."

Ivankov looked at Ron sincerely,

"If one day you had to choose between your loved one and justice, what would you choose?"

Ron was silent.

This is indeed a good question.

only……

A smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"I don't care about other people's justice."

"But if it's my justice..."

He looked at Ivankov seriously, and the black thunder on his arm suddenly exploded and became violent.

With cold eyes, he said:

"—If you can't even protect the one you love, what justice is there?"

Ivankov was taken aback.

He looked at Ron's bright eyes, and felt regretful in his heart.

Why is such a man not a comrade of their revolutionary army?

"I see, Mr. Ron, you deserve to be the light guiding our revolution."

Ivankov sighed,

"Then I'll answer your question too."

"I don't know what Drago is thinking. For him, perhaps the cause of revolution is more important."

Ron: "What about you?"

Ivankov shook his head,

"I can only choose to protect Straw Hat BOY."

He grinned:

"Of course, that's why Drago is our leader."

After saying this, he raised his hand and made a gesture of the monster boxing.

"Come on, Mr. Ron."

"Today's decision is my personal decision and has nothing to do with the Revolutionary Army."

His fingers turned into needles again and pierced his face!

Embrio Facial Growth Hormone!

next moment,

Ivankov's head suddenly became several times larger, and then quickly moved sideways.

Facial afterimage!

Afterimages of big faces lined up side by side, and a dozen "Ivankovs" appeared in front of Ron in an instant.

then,

A dozen afterimages, at the same time... Blink!

Galaxy-WINK!

Boom! !

The earth-shattering explosion created a soaring storm in the ice and snow, drowning the figure of the rear admiral.

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Chapter 49

at the same time.

Another direction of the fifth layer of extremely cold hell.

In the needle tree forest covered with ice and snow, Garp and Zefa were still jumping in place.

"Karp, you... ah... bastard... are you sure we want to continue dancing like this?"

The trembling Zefa said angrily.

Garp's two lines of snot condensed into ice crystals under his nostrils, rubbing his hands like flies, nodded and said:

"Anyway, the guy with the black beard will be handed over to Kid Ron—"

Boom! !

Horrific explosions sounded from far away, Karp and Zefa stopped "dancing" in place at the same time, and turned their heads to follow the sound.

A huge mushroom cloud, mixed with churning and intense flames, soared into the sky far away in the sky.

The swarming air waves, even at such a long distance, crushed countless trees in the jungle, and a huge amount of snow and ice collapsed, submerging the figures of the two.

After a few seconds,

"Damn it! Which bastard is it!!"

Garp's dog-capped head emerged from the snowdrift, swearing through gritted teeth.

"Stop talking so much nonsense! This kind of movement...is not quite right."

Zefa's figure jumped out of the ice and snow with a bang, and landed firmly.

The old eyes half-closed and stared into the distance, but they glanced at Garp vaguely, his face darkened.

Garp seemed to realize something, and hurriedly pulled his body out of the snowdrift.